Through the door's crack she lets herself be viewed
One almond eye full of dark allure
Her coquettish smile hints at forbidden delight
And fingers play promisingly across her thigh
Sweet laughter escapes her open-breathed lips
Do I see her tongue dart quickly to the fore?
And in a twirl she is gone, her black hair cascades
Like a velvet cloak falling on all I desire.
I stand, cross the room to follow my heart
Its beating thunderous in my aching breast
I must go to that girl who teases me out
I must submit to the spell she has now cast
At the doorway I pause, a moment afraid
That the chase will be lost, I shall be undone
As love's young fool I shall be unmade
And all for the chance of seeing her smile
Such thoughts I banish, I cannot entertain
A comedy wherein I am nought but a fool
For her smile was too sweet to be other than true
And her eye promised more than I have ever known
I follow the sound of her steps down the hall
Ignoring just where this path might lead
I offer myself to the intrigue before
And hope I shall find more than just a tease
A taste of what might be, a flavour, a scent
I hope for no less than promise fulfilled
And for my part I hope not to dismay
As I bend myself to la coquine's will.